There are few things in this world that Ken and I enjoy more than a truly satisfying meal. Admittedly, I may appreciate it more given the labor of love that goes into the many dishes I prepare every week. Alas, it is a truly patient man who can sit in the next room with the tummy rumbles of anticipation and not be tempted to walk into the eye of a fierce culinary storm. Particularly when I wield some scary looking knives.
Such a relationship with so wonderfully varied a thing as food should be cataloged, relived frequently, and shared unabashedly. It is here that we’ll be sharing the delicious details of this relationship.